I Know Someday You’ll Have a Beautiful Life by Sumitra Singam
Your sixteen-year-old body feels a spark—indecent, unladylike. The guitar licks the flames eager. You can see the disapproving faces of your parents.
The Tenth Testicle by S.A. Greene
When a third testicle dropped, he asked her to enlarge his trousers so he could house everything more comfortably and she said which century do you think we’re living in?
Dorothy by Andrew Graham Martin
Who told you there could be ghosts in your closet? That you have the same number of fingers as toes? That we live in a lovely and humid place called Indianapolis, Indiana?
Pineapple Love by Rebecca Klassen
Mum dropped a chunk into her mouth; eyes rolled back like when she eats Milk Tray.
From The Vantage Point of Ten, It All Might Be Possible by Elana Lavine
That desperate summer I have the ten-year-old girl campers, fifth grade now behind them like sheathed knives in their belts. What was that picture on your phone? they ask.